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By Anonymous MD I am a physician, a husband, and a father. I am a religious man; my faith is at the very center of my life. I am politically conservative and subscribe to Objectivist philosophy, which focuses on pursuing solutions that are logical and evidence-based. I believe in small

This post is lightly edited and adapt from Sam Gittleman's Substack. A minute into the opener’s set, a security guard approached me in the general admission section’s only row of seats and softly asked if I had reserved ADA accommodations. I didn’t know you could,

Written by Tangle readers Elli Purtell and Sarah Gripshover. We’re writing in response to a piece that ran in our local newspaper in Oak Park, Illinois, by a concerned woman who saw a young girl playing alone in a park and urged caution and parental supervision. We have no

I came into this world sixty-nine years ago. Growing up, I don’t remember my parents ever discussing politics. I guess they were too busy working to feed and clothe three kids, fighting about God knows what, dealing with my older brother’s mental illness, and eventually divorcing when I

This piece was authored anonymously by an independent middle school teacher, whose own children attended and graduated from Seattle Public Schools, and her husband works in Seattle Public Schools. They have taught in independent, public, and international schools in the Middle East and Europe as well as in Seattle.  Seattle

Editor's note: Identifying information has been generalized or changed to protect the anonymity of the kitties (honestly). The Sunday morning routine starts the same. Check the back of the car for the tub of dry cat food (currently half full), the wet-food cans (plenty), and two water jugs

A public library is a community resource, of course, but, for some, it is even more; it’s a refuge, a second home. My lifelong love affair with books began with my local library.  Whether you seek a quiet place to do homework, need some reference or research assistance, want

The red salt pig arrived a few days ago. I’d ordered it for my husband for Christmas, but he opened the Amazon box and saw it, miraculously unbroken, chucked in there with some nuts and bolts and wood polish. My order had gotten jumbled up with his. “What the